Misty dreams!

As I sat beside the window, glaring at the pouring rain the wind intensified. Those old white window panes were drenched in rain and the water had seeped into the wooden frames. The glasses were pale from wrath of time. The creepers were stranded with drops of water flowing down them, and it seemed like they were rather joyous. Last night before I crawled onto the bed, this strange perception engulfed me, like something wasnt right. I dont remember what I saw across the door. But there was someone.
Was it real, as in was he standing right in front of me or was he on the phone is blurred out in my head, I remember having heard his voice.
The same old 'you let me go' chatter. I remember him shouting at me. A part of me know he was never coming back. A part kept telling me that things could always change. The beauty sure lies in wanting things one can't have.
The battle was over. Things didnt change. He left. Yet again.
But this time I didn't want him back. I wanted to stay in the middle of everything. Yet again.